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from Hibernation Highway 

by J.David 

March 2020

Tonight, I train-hop into the oily smock 

of night. Tonight, I promise we drown 

ourselves in collateral damage. I realize 

we never rode past Erie, so tonight 

I’m finding the point 

where all things meet.

the longest. You can only buy sanity 

for so long, yet in the way that death 

is not responsible for sadness

 

I think, neither are we.

 

I looked up.

 

And past the shoreline

 

into the distance and whatever comes next

 

I could see for miles.